There Are Worse Places Than Jail
If you were going to design a dynamic, stimulating and fulfilling career plan, running the personnel administration of Francis and McConaughey Auditing would not be part of it. And if, like Louise Braithwaite, your favorite pastime was fantasising about dominating and intimidating hot-looking young guys you too would find it hard to keep your mind on the job...
Monday morning and the beginning of another fun-packed week at Francis and McConaughey. NOT."...and I got the idiot home and he wanted to fuck me right then and there but I was having none of it. I got Margie and Tara in and all three of us stripped him naked and made him to wank off for us before throwing the chump out. It was hilarious." Sarah was always entertaining Louise with tales of her weekends.
"If only my life was like yours Sarah. All I've got to look forward to today is sorting out the new gardener we're taking on to make the office flowerbeds look nice. Can you imagine anything more mind-numbing?" sighs Louise...
...and to make matters worse he's been in and out of young offender's institutions and jail all his life. We're helping him turn over a new leaf!" Louise jokes.
"You should send him to me Louise. I'd take out a spot of justice on him and no mistake" jokes Sarah and they both laugh at this idea.
As Louise laughs it occurs to her that this wouldn't be such a bad idea. She's sick to death of Sarah having all the fun and would love to turn her domination fantasies into reality. If only it were possible.
Looking at the time on her cellphone Louise continues to sigh. "Oh no! It's only 10am. I've the whole day ahead of me AND it's still only Monday."
Louise knew it was wrong but she couldn't help being drawn to the magazine in her desk drawer. FemDom Special.
An old fetish mag from the '80s she'd picked up on the weekend. "God that picture's so horny. I'd love to be a model in photos like these." she ponders.
Turning the old black & white pages it isn't long before Louise comes across one that fascinates her. "Look at the way that stunning lady has that lad naked on a leash. Imagine the power. He'd do anything she wanted him to and he adores her for it!"
Just as Louise is beginning to get into the magazine the phone rings.
"Good morning, personnel, Louise Braithwaite speaking, how can I help you" she answers a little annoyed at the distraction. "Darren Marchant? He's the new gardener, send him right up."
A couple of minutes later and a pleasant looking young man arrives and Louise welcomes him.
"Blimey he's GORGEOUS. Perhaps this morning won't be as awful as I'd expected." she thinks.
"Darren. Good Morning. Do come in and take a seat" Louise says professionally.
Nervously Darren steps into the office. His first job and he is keen to make a good impression and not put a foot wrong. "Flowers?" asks Louise inquisitively.
"I hope you like Dahlias." says Darren in his poshest voice "I can't say I grew them myself but I thought you might like some for your desk." and he hands the gift to Louise respectfully.
Louise is flattered. In her job she's not used to receiving gifts from new recruits.
The fragrance is sweet too. "This lad is quite something. I could quite fall for him. Good looking and considerate!" she thinks.
Darren is pleased that his gift seems to have done the trick. He really is so keen to make a new start.
Without missing a beat Louise carefully hides her magazine. "Whatever would he think of me if he'd seen this!" she thinks to herself.
"Now then Darren, just the formality of your contract to sign and then you can get right to work on the front gardens."
"As you know you are on three months' probation and I will be writing a report on your work for your parole officer."
With that she hands Darren a copy of the Employee Terms & Conditions for him to read and sign.
Darren takes the document from Louise and looks at it carefully. His eyes darting about all over it.
Louise knows that Darren has it upside-down. Yet he looks as though he is trying to read it. Is he performing some sort of trick?
It then dawns on Louise that this pleasant looking young man can't infact read!
Helpfully she takes the form and turns it the right way up. Hoping not to embarrass the lad she says nothing and makes light of it.
"Just sign at the bottom Darren" and she hands him a pen. "Thankyou Miss Braithwaite" he replies politely.
Judging by the look on his face Darren is doing his best to write his name. But Louise cannot help breaking into a smile as she looks down to see what he is doing...
...for the poor boy has only managed to draw a simple "X" where his signature should go.
Painfully embarrassed Darren looks up at Louise like a scolded dog.
"You can't write? Never mind just write what you normally would. It still binds you to the contract."
Glad that the ordeal is over Darren leaves to get on with his labouring. But not before Louise has a chance to take in his manly physique and bottom.
"Yumm! He'd be a perfect novice slaveboy for me. Young, muscular, goodlooking & stupid." dreams Louise, but then "Oh stop dreaming Louise! This is the real World you can't take advantage of the poor lad"
So it's back to her magazine and those outlandish pictures.
"Oh god! She's had him doing her housework all day naked and now she and her friends are beating and humiliating him!" reads Louise who cannot help breathing heavily and groping her erect nipples.
Moments later and outside Sarah has gone to enjoy a cigarette break. But something has caught her eye.
"The way Louise was carrying on you'd have thought the new gardener was going to be some old ogre. But he's delicious!" she is spellbound by the sight of Darren's broad shoulders sweating in the sunlight.
Toiling with his shirt off in the midmorning heat Darren is oblivious to the effect he is having on Sarah.
His tattoo and broken-nose are witness that he is from the school of hard-knocks but he is putting in 110% effort to keep out of jail this time. Meanwhile Sarah can't wait to speak to Louise about him.
Back in Louise's office the young personnel officer is getting irretrievably hot and bothered when...
Ring Ring...Ring Ring... "Blast! Who can that be!" thinks Louise.
"I hope I'm not disturbing you Louise darling but that jailbird gardener you've hired is the horniest thing I've seen this week! Seriously. I hope you made it a contractual obligation for him to keep his shirt off ALL the time." Sarah is breathless down the other end of the telephone.
"Shirtless. I'd better see this" and Louise glances through the window at the sweating labourer below. The sight of his fit semi-naked body, the magazine and Sarah's stories get Louise thinking. Perhaps it IS time she made some of her fantasies REALITY.
Before she has time to reconsider Louise finds herself ringing the front security desk. A picture of calm, inside her heart is racing as the security guard answers.
"Er...yes that's right. The new gardener. Send him up immediately to see me. Tell him it's URGENT."
Now there is no turning back. The wait for the knock at the door is excrutiating. Louise is nervous and aroused like she hasn't felt in ages.
The sight of Darren's innocent looking expression is almost enough to stop her in her tracks. But she is determined. "Darren. Come in and shut the door." she orders firmly.
"Louise this had better be good. You go girl!" she thinks "Darren. You have only been working here for a couple of hours..." she begins
...and you have already done enough to get yourself the sack!" she states firmly.
"Sorry Miss Braithwaite. I was repositioning some of the plants so they can get better nutrition from the soil and looking at the drainage...
"You have broken a clause in your contract" she interrupts and points at the document in no particular place knowing full well that he can't read it.
In silence Louise walks around her desk towards Darren. She knows what she wants to do but isn't sure he'll fall for it.
"These overalls are non-regulation workwear." she says completely deadpan. "Take them off immediately"
Without any arguement Darren reluctantly begins to take them off. "Blimey" thinks Louise "That was easy."
"What must he have gone through in jail? This may be easier than I thought. Let's see how far I can go." she thinks looking down at the sweat in Darren's hair.
"What do you call these, eh?" barks Louise clutching at Darren's shorts.
"They aren't regulation either. Get them off immediately" and Louise looks Darren right in the face to make sure he know's she means it.
Darren thinks for a moment about this order. He's only just met this fierce young lady but he knows who's in charge. He's heard that tone of voice before and each time it's been better just to do what he's told.
Very slowly he begins to pull down the waistband of his shorts. Louise's expression doesn't flinch. She means what she says alright.
As Darren's bare white flesh is exposed Louise gives into her urges and glances down. "Oh heaven. Is this really happening?" she thinks to herself.
Holding her nerve she looks back up into Darren's eyes. His bush of black pubic hair has been released from his underwear and the shaft of his penis is coming out from beneath, but there will be plenty of time to inspect them at leisure. For now she must intimidate.
A second later and his penis and testicles are fully exposed. Darren's face flushes red and he almost curls up with shame.
But Louise refuses to break the silence. Darren knows he must strip fully and she isn't going to give him an inch.
Louise's heart races at the sight below her. She cannot help looking Darren up and down as he stoops totally nude. And in her office at that! She has never felt this way before. A recreation of her fantasies is coming true. And so far so easy. She knows she can do anything she likes with this naked stranger in front of her and however uncomforable or reluctant he MUST obey...
Louise Braithwaite's burning desire to strip and humiliate a reluctant young man has finally got the better of her. Darren the hard-working young labourer, fresh from prison, is relying on her for a good reference to the parole board. This coupled with the fact that he never learnt to read or write and has given her the perfect opportunity to take advantage of the poor lad...
Darren is trying hard to fight back the tears and it shows on his face. Louise meanwhile stands back and thoroughly enjoys the view.
Darren, totally nude, confused and embarrassed infront of her. But this is just the beginning.
Without any warning Louise grabs Darren roughly by his hair. "Who on Earth do you think you are? Don't you EVER disobey me!" she shouts into his face with real venom.
The obvious pain on Darren's face only serves to goad Louise to go further, pulling the boy's head right back. "You asked for this you stupid bag of shit. You're going to see what happens to scum like you who cross me." she shouts at the top of her voice. Her hot breath blowing right in his face.
"Get down on the floor at my feet" she demands. But Darren is totally confused. Unfortunately the moment he takes to think irritates Louise...
"MOVE you lazy idiot!" she shouts and pushes him down with all her might so he has no choice.
"On your front, imbecile!" she orders and the bewildered lad does his best to do as she says, getting onto his hands and knees.
"On your front I said! Or don't you even understand that you fucking ignoramus?" And she backs up her vitriole with a painful shove with her foot.
"Lie down flat or I'll give that pathetic dick of yours a kicking you won't ever forget!" Louise's words have the desired effect as Darren is racked with fear.
Darren comes face to face with the dirty carpet but even the rough surface against his skin, crushing his cock and balls, doesn't persuade him to disobey Louise for a moment.
Louise gazes down at the beautiful sight at her feet. A naked petrified and completely non-consensual stud beneath her who she can take out all her frustrations on. "It doesn't get much better than this!" she thinks.
The chance to try out another toy she picked up on the weekend is just too good to be true and she sets to work on Darren's wrists. The soft flesh at the top of Darren's buttocks would be just perfect to be caressed if she was that sort of person. Sadly for him torture and torment are what turns Louise on.
Every moment of Darren's nightmare is a pleasure for Louise and she takes her time bringing out a pair of strong police handcuffs.
Already planning her next degradation for Darren she quickly finishes the job of binding Darren's wrists together. Getting up now would be a very awkward and uncomfortable manoeuvre for the terrified lad.
Louise then calmly walks around to Darren's head and wickedly plunges her foot down onto the side of his face. "Lick my shoes!" she commands coldly and is thrilled to see the young labourer having to contort painfully in order to obey!
Darren does his best to lick the sole of Louise's shoe, turning his neck with severe difficulty.
Darren does his best to lick the sole of Louise's shoe, turning his neck with severe difficulty. Louise cruelly makes him do this for some minutes until the complete sole is done and he is once again sweating from his labours.
Darren can hear Louise quietly chuckling to herself as he continues the disgusting chore. The foul taste and his pain making him feel thoroughly sick.
For the first time in his ordeal Darren is on the point of begging Louise. He is almost about to break down in tears. But this just makes Louise more thrilled and she presses down further on the lad's sweating tortured face.
And against his will Darren begins to groan and quietly yelp like a trapped animal. Louise has turned a boring morning into a wonderful thrill ride for herself. "That's right. Squeel little piggie. There's more where this came from. Far more." she thinks.
As much fun as Louise is having there is one thing that can improve things immensely - showing off her slave to Sarah. And then they can BOTH give Darren a hard time. "Don't think your pathetic yelps make a sod of difference to me!" barks Louise "Squeal all you like, you haven't learnt your lesson yet!" she threatens.
Admiring her handiwork Louise leisurely perches herself on the corner of her desk and reaches for her phone.
Keen to get back to tormenting young Darren she quickly dials the office down the hall.
"Hello Sarah darling. Drop what your doing and come down to my office. I need you to help me with a disciplinary meeting.Who? That numbskull of a gardener." says Louise, excited. "Oh, but of course sweetie." And Sarah rings off, clearly eager to see what's up.
"Don't worry Darren" mocks Louise "I'm going to take those cuffs off you now. You see I want to thank you for the flowers you gave me."
Moments later and Darren is on his hands and knees. Still totally nude with his naked behind facing the door to Louise's office. Meanwhile Louise has a devilish look in her eyes.
"Darren, don't think I'm not grateful you brought me these lovely flowers..." Louise begins, much to Darren's bewilderment.
"...it's just that if you really wanted to impress me you would've got me a vase as well!" Louise continues with a chill in her voice.
With Louise's hand pressing down on Darren's back he struggles to think what she means. Horrid ideas flash to his mind but they are just too disgusting to accept.
Louise begins to snigger as Darren turns anxiously, curious to see if he can work out what's going on.
A second later and he begins to feel the cold, wet and hard tips of the flower stems pressing against his tight pink anus. "OH GOD!" is all he can think as the foul realisation dawns on him.
Clumsily but with all her might Louise begins to push the first of the flowers up Darren's anus. At first they press against the flesh of his cherry, painfully.
Louise glances at Darren, hoping to see a mixture of excrutiating agony and revulsion across his face. She is not disappointed...
...but the look of surprise is a bonus as the first stem begins to enter the lad's body!
Louise just manages to push the thickest one a good 4 inches up into the boy before falling back in fits of laughter. Darren looks such a fool!
The image of Darren's fit manly buttocks separated, his anus penetrated, by one of the flowers he gave her as a gift will live with Louise for years.
When the flower breaks in two it is even funnier since the hard stem is still sticking straight up out of him. What a pathetic sight.
Louise can only imagine what Darren is going through. Having experienced all this torment and now having a flower, he bought, sticking right up his sore arsehole into his guts it just too perfect for words.
Louise kneels back and takes it all in, a once hard, tough young man broken by her. Darren begins to sob openly, his body shaking and trembling causing the flower to sway from side to side.
Just as Louise begins to shove the flower further still into Darren the door opens and in walks Sarah, expecting to see Darren and Louise sitting at the desk.
Sarah cannot stop herself bursting in fits of uncontrollable laughter at the sight that greets her. This sets Darren off again crying openly and Louise looks down at him, the absolute thrill of sexual domination delighting her.
As Sarah can hardly take a breath for laughing Louise turns to her, proud of her work. Meanwhile Darren is filled with repulsion and self-loathing for the disgusting act just committed on him. "Perhaps this new lady will help me" is all he can think.
Louise has been having a fine time tormenting, torturing and ridiculing young labourer Darren. She surprised herself when she came up with the idea of shoving the flowers, he bought her as a gift, up his tight manly arsehole. This pushed Darren over the edge, crying openly but his tears just turned Louise on so much more. Her friend Sarah found the whole thing hilarious and if Darren thought she was going to help him he's even more stupid than we all previously thought...
Louise has been doing her best to be a hard serious bitch with Darren but with Sarah convulsed with laughter she can't help joining in.
For a moment Darren thinks that this may be the end of his suffering as the 2 women carry on laughing at him and the flower sticking out of his bare arse.
But as the 2 women calm down it is clear that Sarah is even worse than Louise. "Oh Louise I've spent years fucking-up boys like this but I've never used their buttholes as a flower pot before."
"So you're the new gardener or garden? Should we install him at the front entrance on his knees with a fresh bouquet up him every day?" Sarah's wicked tone tells Darren that his ordeal is far from over.
"I wondered if you'd like to help me spend this morning trying out a few things on him ...before we throw him away." asks Louise ominously.
"I'd love to darling. And if there's any comeback you'll have me as a witness. It'll be our word against this piece of filth." replies Sarah coldly.
Louise sets to work trashing the remaining flowers up Darren while Sarah admires her handiwork.
And as if this perversion wasn't bad enough Louise grabs hold of his ear painfully and pulls him up onto his feet.
"Now then you streak of piss Miss Taylor and I are going to teach you who's in charge" and she pulls him over to the desk.
Sarah notices that the disgusting creature obviously got some perverted pleasure out of his flower buggery by the way his stupid penis has enlarged.
Louise takes a moment to enjoy the look of fear on Darren's tear-stained face. Her power over this fit young man sends shivers of pleasure through her and she takes a breath before the next stage of his degradation.
"You must be some kind of wimp!" she begins "You've only had a couple of flowers shoved up you."
"You'll prefer I'd stuck the whole fucking bunch up there after I've finished. Get up on the desk!" she commands.
Darren watches her intently, trying to guess what she has in mind. Meanwhile Louise can't help breaking into a sinister smile as she reaches for another of the items she has collected.
Earlier that day, no one would've believed that the ambitious young gardener Louise had met would've ended up naked and belittled in front of 1, let alone 2 women before the morning was out. But here he is.
And now it's time for those pale muscular buttocks to feel the sting of a harsh looking wooden paddle. Darren's stomach turns just at the sight of it.
Crawling naked on top of Louise's desk is humiliating enough, but the thought of being beaten fills Darren with utter dread.
The unfortunate lad does his best to prepare himself for the first whack from the paddle.
But Louise isn't going to let him know when it's coming and makes sure she is at the perfect angle to make each stroke tell.
Without warning she begins beating his buttocks. Wallop Wallop Wallop. The fiendish design of the paddle inflicting maximum pain without causing her to strain herself.
But as the ninth and tenth beating rains down, Louise gets into her stride, fuelled by Darren crying out in terror and desperate agony.
As Darren's tender cheeks begin turning a rosey pink Sarah is elated with her friend's cruel skill.
Each stroke becomes louder and louder. The sound alone is frightening and as Darren flinches and groans with each blow Sarah is in awe of Louise's nastiness.
To make matters worse Darren hasn't the faintest idea when the beatings will end. Neither does Louise who begins breathing heavily she is so turned on by her wickedness.
It isn't long before Darren's arse is heating up a nice rosey red - and still the vicious thwacks continue.
The lad's helpless whimperings only serve to spur Louise on more, turning up the speed with which she beats him, over, and over, and over again.
"PUSH your arse out you idiot" orders Louise when she can catch her breath. She knows if there's anything better than beating a defenceless naked boy's buttocks, it's making some hit his most sensitive private place - his anus!
Now it is Louise who begins to moan - only in pleasure. At this point no degradation of Darren could be too much and Sarah is impressed by watch she sees.
"Ahhhhhhh!" continues Louise, determined to ruin the lad's behind. "I want him to be in pain everytime he sits down and remember who did it" she thinks with almost orgasmic delight.
And if physical pain wasn't enough, Darren is completely confused and traumatised by what's happening to him.
Throughout his life he has been punished, although never like this. And he has always deserved it. So he is riddled with feelings of guilt. "Perhaps I should apologise to these ladies?" he thinks in his bewilderment.
But his thoughts are cut short by an unbearably nasty belt from Louise, who is having the time of her life.
So she follows it up with an even worse one. Sarah bends down to enjoy the distress written across his face. Her perfume is so feminine and pleasant, how could she be so nasty?
Darren could so easily be attracted to these vixens and here they are ridiculing and punishing the naked lad.
"You're thinking how beautiful we are. And how can we be so nasty to you, aren't you?" mocks Sarah as Darren tries to cope with the 60th or 70th blow to his poor behind.
"I've got news for you. I LOVE seeing you suffer. The more you suffer the more I love it..."
"And your misery has only just begun." Darren's stomach churns as Sarah obviously means it.
"If you think you can't take any more. We'll make you take 10 times more."
"Beg all you like, it'll make it better for us." she continues.
If Darren was petrified before his terror just got worse.
Louise gives Darren's butt a break for a moment. Giving it time for some more feeling to come back into it. And she takes the time to go through his bag, taking out his jeans.
Louise cannot drag her eyes away from the site of naked Darren on his hands and knees on her desk with a pink punished behind. And she rips his belt from the trousers.
In her way of adding insult to his injuries she wastes no time using his belt to inflict more suffering on him.
"If the paddle was good, this is inspired!" thinks Sarah
As the first lash from his belt hits him, Darren is astonished at Louise's viciousness, yelping like a puppy.
As Louise begins to acquire this new skill Darren is so traumatised he doesn't know how to react. Crying seems to make them worse to him.
The belt isn't as precise as the paddle but each blow is more vicious as it cuts across his skin, and his raw anus.
His butt soon turns a more even shade with the end of the belt catching the very centre of his hole on several occasions.
Wallop! Louise is determined to make sure every square inch gets tortured.
Wallop! Thwack! Whack!
Try as he might Darren begins to sob again. His body shaking and trembling with each beating.
With what feels like the 200th blow Darren's body begins to collapse under him. He needs all his strength to remain on the desk, arse pushed into the air like a good boy.
"Please........please.....I beg you......please....stop.....I....can't....take.....any....more....." he pleads desperately, holding his breath as each whack comes.
This was exactly what Sarah wanted. He knows that begging won't make a difference so he must REALLY be close to breaking point to do it now. Sarah can barely contain her pleasure.
Darren's unimaginable pain and suffering is like nectar to her and she takes her time drinking it in. She'll take as long as she likes before answering him.
Ex-prisoner Darren was left thoroughly traumatised by Louise shoving his flowers up his arse while she and Sarah doubled up laughing. But the poor lad broke down sobbing and begging them to stop when they made him to crawl naked on the desk while Louise belted him with his own belt heating up his tender buttocks to a bright red. Now femdom afficianado Sarah has brought some chains from her office...
With Darren tightly bound to the chair with heavy chains Sarah and Louise set to work on him.
"Oh Darren. I'm so glad you're tied to that chair. You're so strong and muscular I'm frightened you might take advantage of us." Sarah begins.
"You see I find you very attractive." she adds. Darren can't believe she's being honest but can't help his penis slowly pushing it's way through the opening in his foreskin.
"I know I have a funny way of showing it but your strong legs and brown eyes really turn me on" she coos and depite being trapped painfully under the chains Darren's penis begins hardening against his will. What are these women up to?
Almost in a mockery of the way a girl may lovingly sit on her boyfriend's knee Sarah perches right onto him. As she makes him support her weight his sore buttocks are pushed even more painfully into the seat. But Sarah doesn't appear to care one bit as she makes herself comfy.
As she adjusts her position Darren has a glimpse of her magnificant chest pushing against her white shirt while at the same time aware that her body is inches away from forcing his engorged penis painfully into his belly.
Sarah rests her sharp fingernails on the now fully exposed head of Darren's penis. "Ahh what a cute little thing." she coos.
"As strong as you are I reckon you would do anything I asked with your sensitive little friend at my mercy like this." And Sarah begins to slightly increase the pressure of her tallens on Darren's exposed glans.
Darren winces in fear "Oh dear! You don't seem to like this. And I'm hardly touching you."
As one of Sarah's nails tickles the opening to Darren's piss-slit he is distracted by Louise pushing her chest closer to his face.
And just as she begins to pull his face into her breasts Sarah's nail is pushed delicately into his piss slit a little way.
Sarah carries on being incredibly careless with Darren's penis, playing with it like a toy, dragging her nails down it and playing with the skin attaching his foreskin to his knob.
Darren is scared witless and daren't move so as not to provoke them, praying that his torment will end soon.
But the girls push themselves in closer, Sarah pushing her thigh into his balls and stiff boner. The two girls looking like they are about to smother him.
With Sarah and Louise so close he can feel and smell their breath against him.
In this position he could almost kiss them they are so attractive, Sarah's lips tantalizingly close to his mouth.
But Darren is too petrified to do anything, they combine beauty and cruelty together, and he begins to groan quietly, wishing they would leave him be. "Louise I think Darren's beast needs to be properly trained. Be a darling and see what else I've brought for us to use." asks Sarah.
Louise is fascinated by Sarah's collection of gear she keeps at the office. "What's this Sarah? It'd be a shame not to use it."
"It's a choke-chain. Used for training unruly puppies. It normally goes around the neck but I'm sure we can improvise." and Louise is delighted at this thought...
Darren tries to pull against his bonds but no man could break through the metal chains pinning him to the chair. He can do nothing as they tie the cold choke-chain...
...around his penis and testicles!
Using her stilletto-heeled shoe for leverage Louise pulls the choker tighter and tighter around the lad's testicles. Darren arms instinctively leap to protect his balls but the chains keep him in place.
For a moment Louise stops increasing the pressure to take a look at her progress. But Darren mistakenly thinks this torture is over.
"Darren. I wonder if it's possible to actually pull a man's cock and balls off! What do you think? Shall we try?" asks Sarah chillingly...
...and just at that moment Louise, digging her sharp heel into his cock pulls harder than ever before.
Darren feels his balls pushing tightly against his scrotum. A feeling he has never felt before. He begins to breath quickly in and out. As much in response to his fear as the pain...
...an excrutiating pain made worse because once pulled the choker won't loosen and Louise can, with the smallest of effort, yank that little bit tighter.
As each link of the chain "clicks!" tighter and tighter the girls become more turned on quietly gasping as Darren groans in pain.
Darren looks into Sarah's eyes expecting to see at least a glimmer of pity but she is wide eyed with sexual arousal, taking pleasure in Darren's misery.
Sarah can hardly wait to find Darren's breaking point. She has to resist the temptation to tell Louise to pull harder and harder. But Louise needs no encouragement, enjoying every delicious moment.
Just then Darren begins to breath in and out furiously. Short, shallow, desperate breaths. He is convinced that his scrotum is fit to bursting and these bitches don't give a damn about it!
Darren would do anything for them to stop. Anything! He would become their slave for life. Just please stop! Please! And Sarah feels Darren's body quivering against her as his heart beats faster and faster a paniced and frightened boy.
Darren has to fight himself not to thank Sarah as she finally unleashes his sore genitals. As she grasps his penis tenderly he is horrified to find himself having another involuntary erection.
Darren almost convinces himself that Sarah's mood has changed as she quietly removes the choker. She is being so gentle. His penis quickly becomes rock-hard at her touch. His mind goes back to the nights in borstal when he would've given anything for a hand-job from a beautiful lady like this...
...but he is brought back to reality with a bump as she painfully knees him in the groin. "Can you believe this dirty pervert is enjoying this Louise?"
And Sarah proceeds to crush Darren's balls and swollen penis beneath her knee.
"It seems that you can't keep your penis under control?" she begins.
"It must've been all those dark lonely nights in jail without a woman." Sarah's perception unnerves Darren again. How can she guess what's on his mind?
Little dribbles of pre-cum immerge from the tip of Darren's boner as Sarah continues to press down on it. "Luckily we have a game for wankers with disobedient erections like you..."
Louise and Sarah have been spending a lovely morning convincing Darren that his future is on the line unless he strips naked for them and then tormenting him with all manner of perversions. Having attached a choking leash to his cock and balls, Louise pressed down with her stiletto heeled foot into his genitals, pulling it tighter and tighter until he begged for mercy. But these girls aren't without pity - they finally took the choker off his sore penis...
...so that Louise can needle him with her sharp heels.
Digging her heel into his thigh is a good way of trapping his penis under her foot. The anxious look of confusion on the idiot's face is too funny for words.
"His penis has gone all soft again. Perhaps he'll stiffen up if you take him between your legs" jokes Sarah, confusing Darren even more.
But this isn't what Darren was hoping for.
But the warmth of Louise's delicious thighs either side of him is still a turn on for Darren.
And against his will he finds that being naked and maltreated by these 2 clothed bitches causes a slight stiffening in his loins.
But Sarah's seen so many men succumb to the delight of being naked around clothed women. The feeling of their clothed bodies pressed close against them. Vulnerable and naked in the presence of women.
It isn't long before, completely against his will, Darren is sporting another erection...
...and this time his full balls are overflowing, little dribbles of pre-cum dribbling out of his aching hard penis.
If only he could wank right there and then. To finish it. But bound as he is he cannot and to make it worse Sarah handles his throbbing boner. But far from jerking him off she just inspects it. "It looks like this one's due to pop Louise. Why don't you finish him off...
...with your foot." And Louise chuckles a little as, careful not to jerk him, she instead rubs the tip of her foot up and down the length of it forcing one or two more dribbles to trickle down from the hole.
With every rub his dick gets harder and harder, but without release his penis is alive and he is even more at the mercy of these vixens.
Louise skilfully rubs just slowly enough to keep Darren excrutiatingly hard but no nearer to actually ejaculating.
"What could be the worst thing that could happen now do you think? Perhaps if Miss Taylor pushed your rock hard dick right over into your leg. Shall we try?" taunts Sarah suggestively.
But this evil suggestion only makes Darren's dick even harder and more so when she circles the soul of her shoe over the wet leaking tip.
"Really Louise there doesn't seem any way to make his dirty little deformity go down." says Sarah, spurring Louise to try out another offence against him.
So she sits on the floor and rams her foot into Darren's groin...
...flattening his balls beneath her shoe.
A second later and now she's really taking it out on him, squeezing his poor penis between her legs.
To make matters worse, his balls try to pump still more pre-cum up into and out of his compressed boner.
The feeling of Louise's beautiful legs crushing his penis is exquisite torture.
As her skin presses against the head of his penis he could almost shoot his load there and then, but his hot jet of come would never escape!
"Go on. Shoot your spunk all over her beautiful legs right now. You know you want to." taunts Sarah knowing that far from being a wonderful release...
...it would cause Darren excrutiating agony.
So they release him, denied orgasm for now. And Sarah takes a well deserved break.
"Now then you gutter-snipe we're going to teach you good posture." warns Sarah ominously.
"All you have to do" adds Louise "Is keep this glass upright on you head so that Sarah can drop her ash in it."
But Darren is struck absolutely petrified by what here hears next "And if it falls off, I'll stub my cigarette out all over the head of your dick!"
Darren daren't move even to cry, while Louise laughs with admiration for her friend's wicked cunning.
Seconds feel like minutes and minutes feel like hours as Sarah takes her time, leisurely having her cigarette "Maybe I should have two?"
"What a quick learner you are?" coos Sarah eventually, blowing smoke into Darren's face as she does so.
"As you're learning how higher class people behave, you can help us play a rich person's sport...
Darren's penis can't take much more of this ill-treatment. The girls have made him to have an erection and then crushed it under Louise's stilettos and between her thighs even as it is leaking clear gobs of precum. They then denied him orgasm while taunting him with the threat of a cigarette burn torture! Evil bitches? Yes. But they are only getting into their stride...
After Sarah wickedly threatened to stub out her cigarette over the tip of Darren's engorged penis, Louise is determined to show that she can match her.
"How do you like the idea of some driving practice Sarah?" asks Louise innocently.
Louise can't help laughing at what she has in mind and is delighted to see that Sarah's on the same wavelength.
"Top executives like us Darren often practice our golf in the office." advises Sarah as she pushes the lad down onto the floor "I'm sure you want to help, don't you?" she adds ominously.
But Darren is far too petrified to answer, staring into Sarah's face as she presses down hard on his naked manly chest.
"Not talking to us? Good, because you need to use your mouth for something far more important now anyway."
"Open wide" Sarah asks pleasantly. But all Darren can do is grit his teeth, he is desperately aware of Louise now standing threateningly close to his exposed penis and testicles.
And seconds later Louise is balancing a dirty golf ball in the terrified lad's lips.
"Keep this ball in your mouth or we'll begin our driving practice using another set of balls." orders Louise.
Darren has never, ever, experienced anything as demeaning. Here he is stark naked lying on the floor being used as a human golf tee by two women who like nothing more than to torment him.
Meanwhile Louise has never enjoyed a day at the office as much as this. She can barely contain her grinning as she looks down at the stupid young man at her feet.
"Louise darling" advises Sarah "remember what the experts say. Keep your body steady and your eye on the ball."
Louise straightens her posture and sizes up the ball beneath her. She repositions her feet so she can achieve maximum impact on it, if she hits the ball and not the tee!
Sarah gazes at the wall opposite and tries to imagine a distant green and flag, totally unconcerned with poor Darren beneath her, quivering with fear.
Frightening thoughts go through Darren's mind, of Louise striking the side of his head, or perhaps missing it entirely and thrashing his exposed ribs and side.
The poor boy stares wide-eyed at the ceiling wondering when the blow will come.
Despite their earlier threats Darren desperately uses the last remaining seconds to push the ball further into the air with his lips...
but just as he remembers Louise's warning about his testicles being used as golf balls he hears the low sound of the golfclub, cutting through the air and he allows the ball to drop into his mouth a little. "FORE!"
Darren can't help flinching as the sound of the golfclub becomes louder and louder and the draught from it blows against his face as...
THUD!!!!!The metal club catches the side of Darren's cheek and bashes the ball from his lips and teeth. The lad lets out a frightened "Yelp!" as it does so. His cheek whacked over onto the floor.
As Darren groans and breathes heavily at their feet, all the girls are interested in is Louise's form! The ball meanwhile has ricocheted off the wall and bounced pathetically back towards Darren.
"I'm not very happy with that effort." criticises Louise. "I think you must've clipped the tee. You're always doing that." advises Sarah.
And both girls snigger as they look down at Darren, his stomach going in and out, whimpering quietly and sniffing back tears.
"I think I should have another attempt, with a taller tee." suggests Louise, while making practice swings above Darren's face.
But Darren's blood runs ice cold when he hears what she's come up with...
...but nevertheless moments later and he is desperately trying to keep the golf ball balanced on the very tip of his youthful, erect, and fully exposed, penis!
Darren has never ever felt as degraded as he has done today. And probably no one has. I mean, his lips and then his erect penis being used as a naked human golf tee by 2 wicked women who have the yay or nay on his liberty. More than most men could stand I would think, let alone this poor naive boy.But Louise and Sarah can't be all bad. Look what they're allowing him to do now...
Having finished their golf practice Darren has been told in no uncertain terms that his erect penis is an offence. And he is to bring it down to normal proportions.
With his grubby overalls spread out infront of him, - Louise cares a great deal about who soils her office floor, Darren sets to work on this demeaning chore.
The feeling of his own hand firmly grasping his penis brings back memories of so many nights spent in prison. How he used to turn and look at the filthy pictures his cellmates had stuck carelessly to the walls next to their bunks.
The things he used to imagine about women on the outside. How they were all begging for it and how he'd be the big stud the minute he got his freedom.
The way he felt back then, he'd sling these two on the ground and give them a seeing-to like they'd never dreamed of.
"God these tarts are driving me out of my mind" he thinks as Sarah and Louise tease and stroke his naked body coldly in silence.
The vulgar sound of Darren's fist furiously going up and down his penis is in contrast to the distant sound of office workers going about their normal work, their voices innocently chatting about some deal or other with this going on yards away.
Sarah's nails being dragged, ever so lightly, across Darren's thighs only serves to drive him more and more crazy.
Seconds later and Darren is in ecstacy. The hours of ritual humiliation he has withstood have caused his balls to fill with hot sperm aching for release.
The fact that he hasn't felt the touch of a woman during the 6 years he has just spent away has nearly driven him out of his mind with desire.
For a second he comes back to reality and imagines what he is about to enjoy, Darren's hot sperm ejaculating onto his work overalls while these superior beauties stroke and tease him. "I'm in heaven!"
"Now I get it. Now I get it." he thinks as his eyes role back in their sockets as he understands that through his sexual degredation he is giving these ladies pleasure, and himself.
Just at that moment Sarah and Louise cannot help but groan with satisfaction as they see the effect they are having on Darren. His young naked body quivering and girating with sexual pleasure, their fingers caressing and stroking his soft creamy flesh.
Once again he glances down, almost surprised he hasn't come already. But glad that he has made it last even this long. "I'm going to enjoy this if it kills me."
Darren takes his chance and puts his left arm around Louise under her jacket.
He can't believe this is happening. He has known her less than 2 hours and he is cuddling her like a girlfriend. But he is naked and wanking off for her after all that she has done to him...
"I'm going out of my fucking mind!" and Darren presses his arm firmly around her waist. Her beautiful supple clothed feminity against him is too much...
The girls moan with pleasure as Darren goes out of control, more spunk splashing out onto the floor.
And still more, together with the sound of gobs of sperm ruining his overalls.
The feeling of Sarah and Louise pressing against Darren's groin help him release the final drops. He can't believe how kind they are being.
Darren examines the pools of sperm below, proud of his work, but there is more to follow...
...and a final wave of sperm splashes out of the tip and dribbles down onto his trashed overalls.
Darren is exhausted from his wank, but grateful it is all over and he rests back on his haunches. But anyone looking at Sarah and Louise would know that Darren has made a mistake.
Without giving the poor lad a second to recover they immediately start on him. "You filthy disgusting creature!" begins Sarah as Louise pulls him up by his ear.
And Darren is not quick enough to understand what is going on as at the top of her voice Louise starts shouting at him for flashing her!
Darren has little will to fight as Louise pushes him into the corridor, naked, erect and with the last remnants of his ejaculations still dripping off the end of his dick.
"That's right Louise" shouts Sarah so that anyone nearby can hear "Chuck the pervert out and lock the door. I'll tell security to come and get him. Stop him from trying to molest anyone else!"
Too late Darren realises he is being stitched up.
But it was better than being in jail.
